i know i told you once that i thought i could fly
but life’s the rotten joke that made my laughter die
and now i’m caught in concrete playing fucking games
cause we’re all in the business of becoming the same
i’d like to know how i should cope with the lie

if you don’t hate me i suggest you do
cause i’m the rotten bastard that ruined you
and you’re the rotten bastard that ruined me
we’re a bunch of rotten apples sitting in a tree
i’d like to know how i should cope with the lie